Tomorrow night!!!! I will be in Chicago to see the Rolling Stones. I've tried many times to put into words why I love, love, love this band and it just doesn't come out right. But I do, and I have since I was about 14 years old.
Without going all armchair psychologist, I guess you could sum it up by saying that in and out of the usual drama of teenage'ism, and also during bouts of not-so-usual drama later in life, the Stones have been a consistent source of escapism and joy for me. I've run the gamut from listening to collecting to downright obsessing (that would be Keith Richards...a whole separate layer of psychoanalysis.)
So here I am, on another side of life that's nothing but good, and I love 'em just as much. This will be something like my 13th show since first seeing them in Ames, IA in 1989. Yep, that was before Stub Hub, Craig's List and I guess the whole dang internet, come to think of it. I bought tickets out of the "want ads" in the newspaper. They arrived by mail a few weeks prior to the show and me and Eric road-tripped it down 35W.
I will never forget the feeling of entering the huge stadium, not knowing where my seats were, and being escorted further and further towards the massive stage. As each security guard checked our tickets and waved us forward, my adrenaline surged. We ended up in the 6th row, on Keith's side. Again, words can't express the emotional state I was in...for the entire concert. It was amazing, with a capital "F".
At this point, family and friends have come to accept, if not understand, my passion. As I grow older, it's no longer cool, but it's my roots - a core part of me that's survived and celebrated, and I look forward to letting loose one more time tomorrow night. Stay tuned!
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